Olive You

There are some days where I think "You are just like your Daddy!" And, then there are days like this

When you beg me to buy you black olives at the store. And tell the check out lady that you want to hold onto them. And then insist on holding them in the car. And continue to carry them around while we play outside.

You like black olives...just like your Mommy!

You love olives.

And...olive you!

{You liked your olives, but did not like me taking a picture of you with your olives!}